#play 39

[boonnimii]

Happy Miku day! ♡

[goldenpinof]

and then she did! (it's what they deserve)

[reunitedinterlude]

cravings (2024 // 2017)

[viiioca]

Without taking new pics, post one of your OCs as a:

Romanceable NPC

Quest Giver NPC

Final Boss

[loppiopio]

in a flash.

[soraya-snape]

Got this new HP card game for my birthday a few days ago, and I just wanted to talk about some cards because they all have very beautiful designs.

1. Sev my love 😍 I love the little potions in the background and how grumpy he looks. The only thing I kinda dislike is the shape of his face. I just think it gets way too wide, and where is his chin? But he is still extremely cute.

2. Tonks and Remus are so cute 😍 Remus looking good despite the full moon, and tonks having both her old (rabbit) and new (wolf) patronus in the background is so cute. Also, on the side is always a short description of the character and for Tonks it says “A metamorphmagus and member of the order of the phoenix - together with her husband, Remus Lupin.” 😍😍 My parents!

3. Luna, she looks so good and the little thestrals in the background are so cute. Just think she should smile.

4. I just love Trelawney (especially because of Emma Thompson) and this design captures her crazy nature really well.

[seraphsvp]

no cus what if all the units were schizophrenic and they just imagined their sekais and miku bro

[odinsblog]

R.I.P. Astrud Gilberto, March 29, 1940 - June 5, 2023. Seen here, performing "The Girl from Ipanema" in 1964 with Stan Getz on tenor sax, Gary Burton on vibraphone, Gene Cherico on bass, and Joe Hunt on drums.

[angelsdean]

and what if i started 'dean is too nice to sam' truthing ?

[ocelotlesbian]

HAPPY MIKU DAY!!!!!!

[mariocki]

Patrick Troughton - billed as Pat - helps the stricken French nobility (and flashes the audience) as Sir Andrew Ffoulkes, a staunch ally of the title character in The Adventures of the Scarlet Pimpernel (ITP, 1955 - 1956)

[do-you-know-this-play]

[goldenpinof]

ok

[delawaredetroit]

Fun fact, the number 39 is a homophone for thank you in Japanese. Thirty-nine is "san kyuu", which is the same "kyuu" as in 9 that is another reading of the "ku" in Izuku's name. And Shouto thanks Izuku for saving him in chapter 39 during their final clash in chapter 40.

[the-eldritch-it-gay]

The abandoned house by camp wasn’t what most would call romantic, but compared to the hells or a bedroll in the wilderness, it felt like a mansion. A month ago, Karlach could never have pictured herself like this, curled up on warm furs before a fireplace, head pillowed on someone’s shoulder, legs tangled together.

Since entering these Shadow Cursed lands, Majexatli had been… different. Not all bad, hells, Karlach could finally touch them, feel their body. She even got them to laugh, giggle, even, picking them up and spinning them around with utter joy. But they were quieter here, in the hazy darkness of the shadowed lands they looked older. 

Karlach hadn’t quite noticed their grey hairs before, or maybe she only noticed now that she could run her fingers through their hair, trace the lines of their face. There were newer lines too, fresher scars, streaks of blood that never seemed to fully wash away. It made sense, since entering these lands, Majexatli had thrown themselves into battle more—they had avoided it whenever possible before, and they still did avoid it, but when it happened now they didn’t hesitate before letting wildshape overtake them and jumping into the largest hoard of enemies they could. 

A few days into traveling here they returned to camp and went straight to Volo, let him drive a bloody ice pick into their skull, through their eye. Majexatli was a healer, a medicine person, they knew better than anyone at camp that Volo’s idea wouldn’t work, they knew the tadpoles were protected from removal, they had spoken at lengths with Omeluum in the Underdark about it. 

It made Karlach wonder what they had wanted to happen.

Even a blessing from Selûne or that pixie seemed like it couldn’t reach far enough to banish whatever had settled deep inside Majexatli, something bone-deep and older than the whole tadpole thing or Karlach’s infernal engine.

Karlach saw Majexatli continuing to collect infernal metal, adding books on smithing and the hells to their collection of medical and magical texts. She knew it would happen, ever since she met them she had seen them time and time again cling to hope in situations where they were none, refuse to give up even on lost causes. Not from bright optimism, no, the promise of a better tomorrow was something they held to with bloodied claws. If the sun disappeared, Majexatli would spend the rest of their days forcing themselves to wake early, dragging themselves through mud and shadow to the top of a hill, fighting tooth and nail, just so they could watch the horizon and wait for a dawn that would never come. 

Gently running her fingers over their chest, she watched the steady rise and fall of their chest, tried to memorize the feeling of their skin, all the freckles and scars. Majexatli had done the same earlier, lips tracing over the whorls of her burns and harsh lines from swords. As Karlach’s mind and fingers wandered, hand came to rest over Majexatli’s heart and the scars over it. The scars there felt so deep, healing magic seemed to do that sometimes, as though new skin was simply placed over a wound rather than filled and knit together by the body. She idly dragged her fingers along the edges of the scar, sleep slowly creeping up on her when she felt them stir suddenly, a tensing of their muscles.

“Shit, sorry, did I hurt you—“

It took them a second, remaining tense as they fought off the sleep before she felt them relax again. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that their other arm had shot out, grasping at the empty space there. For a weapon, Karlach realized, usually they slept next to their quarterstaff and a dagger.

“No, it’s alright. I don’t have much feeling in any of them,” They moved their head just enough to press a kiss to Karlach’s forehead, “Sorry if I startled you, I was probably just dreaming,”

She felt a smile against her forehead. Looking into their eyes, though, they seemed dulled by more than just sleep, they were unfocused, creeping on distant.

“What’s on your mind?”

They were quiet, avoiding her eyes.

“This… this is— good, please don’t ever worry otherwise, you mean the world to me, I’d kill Zariel herself if you asked. It’s just—“ They exhaled, “This is… new. Intimacy.”

Karlach stilled for a moment, “But—Lae’zel? Astarion? Wyll?”

“Lae’zel wasn’t exactly there to cuddle and there weren’t any emotions, which was fine, I didn't expect anything more. I’ve never actually been with Astarion, he offered but it didn't feel like the best time. And you know I haven’t gotten that far with Wyll yet,”

She did know about Wyll, he had even asked her for advice on planning something romantic with Majexatli. And Lae’zel, well… it was hard not to notice the times with Lae’zel dragging them away in the night, and the state of Majexatli the next morning—though things seemed to have cooled between them now. Astarion… she wasn’t quite sure what was going on there, but the bite marks on their neck were made fresh every few days.

“Is this too fast?”

“No! No— it’s just… new,” They lapsed into silence for a few moments, looking up at the ceiling, “I’ve been sleeping alone for… probably… a decade and a half…”

It caught Karlach’s attention, that. Rarely had they heard Majexatli speak much of anything before the Nautiloid. Wracking her brain, she could only think of a few times, briefly alluding to druidic training, to traveling, moments outside of cities. Never any mention of people.

“You’re in good company, you’re the first person I’ve touched in a decade,” Karlach hoped they could pick up on her sincerity, the underlying sentiment.

I know what it’s like being alone, we don’t have to be alone anymore.

“You were in the hells and had your engine. I was just… alone. My scars didn’t actually prevent me from getting close to others,”

Karlach paused, furrowing her brow.

“Are they related?”

“Hm?”

“Being alone and your scars?”

Majexatli seemed lost in thought for a moment, already starting to drift back asleep.

“No… not—Not in the way you might think, no,” they managed, eyes drifting closed, “He didn’t give me these scars, not really,”

“He?”

Karlach looked up at Majexatli, but they had already fallen asleep.

[snixx]

the 39 clues girlies are having a field day in the notes of a post I made months ago and all I can do is gaze upon them fondly as I remember the most passionate late lover of my life